Born to Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance (Blue Mustangs MC) Read Free Page B

raised around tough, stubborn men her whole life. One thing she knew at a glance was a man on the edge. The set of Christian’s shoulders was hard, and he was holding his neck stiffly. Since coming in she’d noticed him clenching his fists repeatedly. He was trying to appear as if nothing were wrong, but something was definitely bugging him.
     
    “Bad day?”
     
    Her quiet question was unexpected. He surprised himself by answering honestly: “Yeah. Gruesome.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly tired.
     
    “I wanted to talk to you about some things before I show you what I did--” she began, turning to get her sketchbook off the small desk. When she turned back he was standing, towering over her where she sat on the stool.
     
    “Take a ride with me?” he asked, staring right into those gorgeous green eyes of hers.
     
    Immediately her guard went up. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Christian.”
     
    He liked the sound of his name on her lips. “Because your Daddy thinks it’s a bad idea, or because you think it’s a bad idea?” His smile was a promise of something wild.
     
    That got her back up. “Maybe a little of both. Maybe you’re used to women who are willing to jump on the slut seat after a flash of that smile, but I’m not one of them.” She got up, pacing away from his closeness to stand by the door. “This obviously isn’t the right time to do this.” She put her sketchbook into her satchel, disappointed.
     
    He sat back down, crossing his arms over his wide chest. “I guess that came out all wrong. Look, I need to blow off some steam, but a ride is all I am offering. I can see you’ve been cooped up in here all day, so I thought you might want to come along.”
     
    To her shock, she found herself reconsidering. It had been a long day, and she was on edge as much as he was. Maybe a good long ride where she could just let go for a bit would be good. Her Daddy’s warning came to the front of her mind. He’d be pissed if she went. She wanted to go.
     
    He could see the war raging in her head. She wanted to come, but was it her Daddy’s warning holding her back or something more? “We can head out by Fielder’s Pond. It’s a shorter ride, but cooler around the water.”
     
    Fielder’s Pond was one of her favorite places, and she hadn’t had a chance to go since coming home. The temptation was too much. She grabbed her helmet off the shelf by the door and her satchel with the sketchbook inside. “Let’s go.”
     

     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    How many rides had she been on in her life? Thousands? Hundreds with men who weren’t a relative. None of them affected her the way this ride did. From the moment she’d settled in behind Christian, she knew it was different.
     
    At first she’d kept her distance; or at least as much as possible. Then he’d hit the curve at the end of the road to the clubhouse and poured on the speed, forcing her to snug up and hang on.
     
    The night was hazy and heavy with heat, the humidity almost unbearable. Even with the air generated by the ride, the area where their bodies touched was soaked with sweat. The pure male scent of him combined with the honeysuckle sweetened air was doing a number on her. She was sure that he could feel the hard tips of her breasts rubbing against his back. It was one of her girlhood fantasies come true.
     
    The road to the pond came up and Sandy breathed a sigh of relief. She needed a break before she embarrassed herself any more. She hopped off the minute he stopped, pulling her helmet off and shaking out her sweat-dampened hair, her legs wobbling.
     
    “You alright?” Christian asked, pulling off his helmet and swinging his leg over to sit on the seat sideways.
     
    Color rode her cheeks at his question. He’d obviously noticed the shakiness in her legs. “I’m fine, just overheated I think.”
     
    He tossed her a bottle of water from the pack on the side of his bike. “This is the hottest